Berlin Calling Page #3

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- Normal? I'll smack that f***ing c*nt!

Then she'll know what "normal" is!

- Stay and sleep it off first!

Why did you cancel my album?

Why?

You think you can treat me like this?

Just say it if you want to fire me!

Don't I fit your "concept" anymore?

Mr. Karow!

Mr. Karow, you have to sign out with me

to leave the hospital.

Alexander, get him please.

Come on, it was on your watch.

Icka, open up!

It rocks! Or is dancing prohibited?

Icka, please open up.

Alex, this is the new album.

Hear how it rocks?

You can start now.

Alex, what is this?

A pay rise?

Dr. Paul says it would be better,

if it's okay with you.

Our dear doctor could have told me.

- Nice one before, Icka.

The yellow ones are light anyway.

- Welcome to the club.

Good morning.

Morning.

I wanted to ask

if I can go into the city.

I gotta talk with my girlfriend.

I made a mistake

that I have to patch up.

- No.

You either stay and participate

or you can leave for good.

It's important. I have to apologize.

Pack your things and leave then.

But coming and going all the time

makes no sense.

Very funny.

You're a real hippy b*tch!

Liberal on the outside, but reactionary

when it counts! Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh!

Mathilde!

It's me!

Hey there!

Tax Department

Hey, how are you?

Um... is Mathilde there?

I gotta talk to her.

- I don't think she wants to see you.

I wanted to apologize for being stupid.

She also has to see this letter.

They want 25,000 euros in back-taxes.

Where can I get the money?

What am I supposed to tell them?

Wait here. I'll ask.

Mathilde says the '99 to '03 taxes

were before her time. Not her business.

And she doesn't want to see you.

Hey, what is this sh*t?

I want to see Mathilde!

Pull yourself together and grow up,

you loser.

Good that you're here, Icka.

Find yourself a new label.

Actually, I came to apologize

and ask for an advance,

'cause of the tax department.

I'm not loaning you any more money.

And I'm not listening to anything else.

Man...

You know I get strange when I'm working

on a new album, but I don't mean it.

No, Icka. I've had enough.

Your music wasn't bad,

but you never got your head together.

I made your label what it is!

I've been in the biz longer than you.

You think too much of yourself.

And that is exactly your problem.

Good luck.

Erbse!

- Hey! Icka, come in!

Alex! How's it hanging, dude?

- Hey, Icka. How's it going?

The new album will be great!

Harvest time! - Icka...

Hey, Pete. Where's my computer?

And my case?

The witch took everything.

Where is my computer?

- Mr. Karow, we can talk tomorrow...

I was just going.

- Where's my computer? - That music

is confusing you. - Don't judge

music you have no idea about!

Give me my computer now or I'll

put on a show like you've never seen!

Now I'm curious.

Leave tomorrow!

Then you'll get your computer! Out!

Good evening.

We have some gentlemen here

and we need a bit of female company.

Not all the way. Just some fondling.

Not too young, not too old.

Make sure they have big tits.

... A pleasant atmosphere.

Let's have a farewell party.

No... I don't think so.

- What?

Dr. Paul throws me out

and you won't let me have a farewell?

You're denying me a party?

No, but...

Alex, your turn.

Guys? How about a farewell party?

What's up? Dr. Paul threw me out and

you're not giving me a farewell party?

Say something.

Goa Gebhard, say something! Just once!

Franz!

Michael, we're buddies, right?.

Pete, do we let the witch win?

- No we shouldn't. -Alex...

It's unanimous. Give me the keys.

Why do you need the keys?

- Beer, cigarettes...

Farewell party!

A farewell beer with Icka! I'm in!

I've been thrown out anyway.

I can come and go as I like.

Right!

No, Icka. really.

- Come on!

Alex, come on!

Give him the keys! Come on!

Alex!

- Alex...

Alex...

Party... Alex...

Guys, keep cool.

Alex... Party...

But don't overdo it, okay, Icka?

Four beers,

no more.

Hey, hi. You got the money?

Yeah. 300, right?

300. Right.

Don't worry about the guys,

they're a little weird, but...

they're basically sweet.

Haven't seen many women lately.

You work here? - Yes.

- How long? - Three years.

I did my training here and stayed on.

Y'know what else I got?.

- What? - Psychic pick-me-ups. Wicked.

You want some?

- Yes. - Gimme one.

Hello!

Where is my computer?

Where is my computer?

I want my computer back!

Give it to me!

My computer!

How can you put

a 19-year-old civilian service assistant

in charge of the night shift!Alone!

This is also your fault, Dr. Paul.

Of course it is bad

putting the service assistant in charge,

but that's not my fault.

I've been saying it for years.

I want Ickarus released immediately!

This place is making him even crazier.

I am calling a taxi now,

and taking Ickarus with me.

I'm sorry, I cannot allow that.

His schizophrenic episodes

are unpredictable. He is dangerous.

I cannot be responsible

for his release at this time.

Responsible for what?

I thought he was here voluntarily!

You are a liar, Dr. Paul!

To you, Icka is just a poster child

for your stupid study

about long-term, drug-mix consumption

so that you can hit the big-time!

Ickarus is an artist!

He's not a normal patient!

If you won't let him go,

I will call a lawyer.

Ms. Maier-Telkes, when a patient

is at high risk of suicide

or a potential danger to others,

I am not allowed to release them.

If you want to take me to court, it is

also my duty to tell you how to do so.

Martin was 13, Stefan 18,

when their mother died.

Just as the Berlin Wall fell.

Everything changed for them

from one day to the next.

Stefan became withdrawn

and Martin was suddenly DJ Ickarus,

he dropped out of school...

He spent

almost his entire puberty in clubs.

I was...

Raising them both is probably

still too much for me even now.

Stefan is growing up,

but Martin...

Anyone who only thinks of himself

will always be lonely.

I mean, I don't demand

that he believe in God,

but he should believe in something!

Mr. Karow, I believe your son

is a highly sensitive person

and he actually has

very strong faith in something.

He believes in his music.

Honestly, I also underestimated it.

I wanted to pay my debts.

Hey, forget it.

- No. Take it, for me.

I'm moving to Ireland.

Why there?

I got a full-time job there.

And a girlfriend.

Really?

That's totally awesome.

My head feels so fuzzy.

I sleep all day,

don't feel like doing anything.

Your tablets are pretty wicked.

They're like that at first.

I'll check your dosage.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Reincarnation? Why?

I was imagining, I...

That if I died now...

or if I were already dead,

then I could be reborn here

as a fly...

as a mayfly.

It's a great idea.

I mean, every day a new life.

Do you know about Buddhism?

- No.

Nothing at all.

Go to the hospital! Have a look!

Go there, damn it!

If I may say something...

I think Mathilde is right.

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